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Over the Layers
I've somehow slipped
slipped to that world of numb smiles,
flavourless fruit,
damp emotion--
words so watered with the heart's blood
they weigh like anchors down my chest.
The food is suddenly tasteless,
colour lacks its lustre,
and a cold, crisp white frost
crystalizes from the inside of my toes
along my veins to the centre of my eyes.
Where I started was controlled,
when I was happy in solitude,
when I didn't know the difference between
laughing all of my laughter and only laughing half,
when I slept exactly as the sun set in West.
The thaw was so quiet and subtle
like innocent children
sneaking on tip-toe from their bed,
until I felt it in my fingertips
a tingling energy I didn't understand.
I'll pour the energy
from the life line on my hand
into a locket and chain
where I'll keep it near my heart
but only over layers
of bones
blood
and
skin.
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